I Am The Maitreya

‘Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.’ 

So said, Leo Tolstoy in Anna Karenina; the truth in the statement is so universal that even holds for nations. As a nation Nepal is unhappy in its unique way, at this juncture. Yes! There is jubilation at all sides and camps, on reaching the ‘peace accord’. But at the moment, its working is based on hope rather than strategy and method.

Hope emanates from faith, and faith is a dead end to any rational thinking, since it demands miracles, where wish is granted for not having to work any harder for it, if needed to work at all.

War wary Maoists, senile Girija, constipated politicians, beaten and scared King, salivating opportunistic elks and trolls, tired and hopeful ‘janta’, in the absence of any firm solution, would welcome even a fleeting moment of respite in the form of any half baked solution—‘peace accord’, for their own agenda.

Push for ‘peace accord’ might be a promising solution on the table, what worries me is not what’s on the table, but what’s underneath it, where everyone is whetting their knives, to stab at the piece of the pie. If not happy with the size of their portion, the same knife would be stuck at each other’s throat. So, at the moment, everyone is reassessing the chunk of their rightful pie, hence their distraction appears to be commitment towards peace.

Strategic sounding phonetics like ‘Peace Accord’, ‘Arms Management’ and et al. are just mumbo jumbo, that’s not going to stop the fight. Let’s be honest, what we need is a ‘METHOD’ to cut the pie into EQUAL portions, to keep everyone happy. So, their knives are busy cutting their pie than your throat.

No philosophies, economical theories or intellectual garbage have ever stopped quarreling hyenas; make the bones into equal halves that should do it. But some hyenas are intelligent enough to paint their fight over the bone—a struggle for greater good, and they usually come with ‘dhaka topi’, ‘combat beret’ or ‘a crown.’

                                   Run Girija Run, Run Prachande Run, Run Rajaute Run 

I don’t see; why a hard working, honest people should be happy over fighting hyenas, but at the end, it’s again a HOPE, hope that these hyenas don’t bite your ass.

Being apolitical, this is best I can do with a political commentary. Lest my realism is mistaken for my cynicism, I see no brighter days ahead, and I am uhappy in my own ways.